The Healing Powers of Battle Wounds

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Have you ever found yourself in a circle conversation, only to realize how special these people around you really are?  If you asked them how important they are, they may have a good opinion of themselves, but not for one minute would they ever presume they were outstanding.  The thought passes through your mind, “How did I never realize what was always there?”

As we go through life exaggerating our daily dramas, these strong, stoic persons have really lived them.  Although, the profound difference between the two is that you won’t hear them complaining.  In fact, it takes prodding to even know there are far more chapters in their personal stories than one could ever imagine.

They’ve lost husbands with small children to raise.  They’ve lost fathers with mothers to save.  They’ve endured front row seats to a child or sibling suffering and passing.  They were forced to say goodbye to the babies they never laid eyes on.  They watched virile men lose the battle to the wheelchair.   The ache was heavy as they saw their tenacious wives rendered motionless by the evils of stroke.  They were even forced to ignore the healthy ones, because it was just too much of a luxury.  Sometimes guilt was the worst enemy of all.

Let’s not forget these same souls were far too often suffering silently themselves with ailments that hindered their desire to care for all the others, so many others.  But again, no complaining.  No whining for attention or sympathy.  Only acceptance.  They see such a larger picture than the rest of us.  It is what it is, and they would expect no more.

They are not happy about the pain and sadness, but they are content with what they were given.  They hold tight to their loved ones and appreciate them daily.  They don’t ask for more than they need, and sometimes they should.  Yet they are always willing to pay forward love and strength to those like me, who truly have no real understanding of pain, only inconvenience of unwanted circumstances.

These beautiful, strong, inspiring souls show me what I want to be when I grow up.  I pray each day for their protection, and I pray thanks each day that I am blessed to have them in my world.  It seems like these wounds have only served to make them stronger, but the side effect of them certainly makes others stronger.  Their strength serves to give hope.  That hope makes the rest of us not give up.  It makes clear the bigger picture.  It vividly shows the truth that surviving is always possible, no matter what the odds, no matter what the injustice.

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The Wolfman Cometh

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With the passing of yet another full moon, I’ve come to realize I may be married to a descendant of mythical proportions.  Right on cue, every month, this usually mild-mannered human becomes restless and itchy.

Sometime about 2 days prior to the full glow, he starts shifting in his sleep.  The shifting turns into agitation and the agitation turns into almost inaudible, but definitely there, growling.

Sure, I checked the sheets for bugs but there were none.  I double-checked the laundry detergent, no “new formula” on the label.  I did notice there was more hair lying about, but then I realized that was probably just from the beagles.

By the night the full moon peaks, this person becomes almost unrecognizable.  He thrashes about.  The covers are stripped away.  He is sideways, he is sitting up.  The pillow is innocently pounded upon as the behavior heightens.  He is up and down, drinking what seems like gallons of water, but he seems to find no relief.

What will explain these odd occurrences?  Is it my husband? Is it the Wolfman?  Is it the beagles?  No wait, I remember distinctly hearing the dogs snoring.  Then it hits me, will I be the next victim that unwittingly allows myself to lie asleep (hair brushed, make-up intact, and of course wearing a gorgeous gown with matching robe gently laid at the foot of the bed) and become the next victim of this hairy, scratching beast?

I am frozen with fear now, unsure of his next move.  He sits up.  He looks toward the light filtering through the blinds.  My breathing almost stops.  He turns to look my way.  I slit my eyes to watch while lying motionless.  He stands up.  He turns back towards the bed.  Is he getting ready to pounce?  Are those claws I am making out, or had he just forgotten to clip his nails?  Panic is taking over.  He scratches his backside again.  Please, someone, help!

He starts moving…..what, what, what will he do?????  He reaches toward one of the beagles.  Why?  Not him!!!!  I start to lunge towards him to defend my baby, and then he shifts the dog’s behind further over in the bed.

I guess it is just my husband.  I guess he just can’t sleep.  I guess it just gets more annoying each month. I guess the beagles just don’t care.

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PAY IT FORWARD

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The concept of “Paying it Forward” goes back a long way and was used by authors, playwrights, and even Benjamin Franklin.  It was popular notion that for each good deed done for someone, that person should it turn “repay it” to others instead of the original person.

What a wonderful and positive idea to feel blessed and send something nice on to others.  It can be as simple as having someone opening a door for you and you in turn helping the next person you encounter struggling with something and jumping in to help.  Maybe you get a nice text from a friend and you in turn send a nice email to a friend you know has been down lately.  It’s a great thing to watch and even greater to be the one paying the good deed on.

So when did it all shift?  Yes, people are still “paying it forward”, but in a very different way.  This country was founded on independence and differing views and opinions.  But somewhere along the line, views and opinions have become a reason to treat others with actual hatred.  Not just, you support something I disagree with, but tremendous loathing towards one another just because outlooks and interpretations differ.

From disrespectful language between friends, to shooting another over a taken item, or leaving nasty posts on social media, when did this become the accepted repayment to society?  Are we no longer deserving of kindness, respect and good deeds?  It’s as if “paying it forward” now means that “I’ll get you before you get me” or “I’ll crush your ideals and structures because they don’t fit me” or “I must hate you because we are different”.   Why are we despising each other so much?  Humankind has become a relationship gone extremely wrong.

Just as I was feeling really down and wondering how we all got here, I came across something that gave me hope.  It was a news post about a little boy named Jayden Lamb who had cancer and had passed away.  Shortly after his passing, his parents decided to buy coffee for the people in line behind them, just as a small way of remembering the little boy’s spirit.  An amazing thing took place.  Those people receiving the gift continued the giving on, and in turn, it has kept going on and on and has even come back around to where the parents received a kind act as well in the name of their son.  How powerful!!

A challenge to us all:  Let’s try to only pay forward the good deeds, and make showing kindness to one another in style again.  Let’s work on positive relationships instead of wasting our energy on the negative.  Yes, we are all imperfect, but we can definitely do better.  A small child, who possessed kindness in his heart in life, inspired an entire community full of adults after passing.  What a lesson from God.  It was exactly what this soul needed.  Just hearing the story, Jayden and his family accomplished “paying it forward” to me.  Thank you for making this girl still believe.

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Poor Neglected Elephant

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Why does everybody avoid the elephant in the room?  He just wants to be noticed.  He just wants to be heard.  Try as he might, humans just won’t look at him.  They sometimes feel him when they walk around him, they sometimes smell him when he’s offensive, but they just won’t acknowledge he’s there.  Poor lonely elephant, he’s getting sadder every day.  “I just want to talk.”  He says.  “I just want to clear the air.  Why can’t we move past things, why can’t we share?”

He seems to be destined to stay entrapped in the confines of the four walls keeping the humans captive as well.  It would be so easy to be freed if only they would see.  “I cannot be so scary, for I am just one elephant.  Why, oh, why, do they continue to walk in circles bumping into me without understanding?”  The elephant gloomily ponders.  “I’m actually quite pleasant.  I’m actually quite reasonable.  I just need the visual from them that I am in fact present.”

“If they would just see me, I would feel so validated.  I would know I really mattered.  I just don’t do well with pretending and bathing in the shallow end of emotions.  I need to speak of things head on and know their respect for me.”  Elephant shared.  “We could be so much more.  We could have fun again.  It would be easy, really.”  “Discrimination!  Discrimination!”  He cried.

Please help the burdened elephant and further his cause.  He needs to roam and be free, not be enslaved by the blatant turning of backs and the snubbing of noses.  Even though he in fact has a built-in trunk, he really doesn’t carry much baggage.  He just needs to check what he’s carrying and be able to get back to the party of life.  “If you set me free,” Elephant added, “think about all the space you’ll get back.  Perhaps for that new sofa, perhaps for that big screen TV.”

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They’re Watching You

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Eyes.  They are brown, blue, green, or hazel.  They are slanted, round, wide, or narrow.  They are what they are.  They remain mostly unchanged from infancy through adulthood.  So why is it that those same eyes that look innocent, sweet, eager and full of life as a young child, somehow turn us into a completely different looking being altogether as we age?

A picture of 5 year old eyes is cheesy, as they openly laugh back.  A shot at 15, they are big and bold, wide open.  20, look out world, they know everything, confidence oozing.  A more settled set of eyes show changing disposition at 25.  30, a slightly more somber look staring a little further past the lens as reality moves in and sleep is scarcer.  The peepers grin a little bit more at 40 as they realize they shouldn’t take life so seriously.  Calmly they look back at the photographer at 50, basically ready to spend some time apart from the camera now.

Suddenly they pass by a mirror and wonder who they are looking at.  The imposters seem darker, hollowed, and sadder somehow.  The personality behind them still lives.  The seventeen year old still wants to come out to play.  So where is the mischief?  Why do they stare so far out?

The years that follow show some happiness, some sadness, some weakness.  Then somewhere around eighty, the teenager seems to show up again.  They seem younger despite the wrinkles, full of sparkle, a little weary perhaps, but the mischief is back.

What are your secrets dear eyes?  Did you figure out the meaning of life?  I look forward to seeing your beautiful, fun, familiar stare again that I once knew.  You are welcome to visit me sooner than later.

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Another Holiday Season in the Books

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Another Christmas and New Year’s in the books, I said out loud.  In the calm after the frenzy, I took some time to linger in front of our beautiful Christmas tree, minus the presents.  It seems like this season, more than years before, everyone I observed, including this writer, started gearing up for the big day months before.  I saw numerous posts throughout this year discussing upcoming plans for the holidays, talk of found treasures, favorite scripture quotes.   We shopped Christmas in July sales, we watched QVC, we planned our decorations and we listened to holiday music in August.  Decorations went up several days before Thanksgiving.  They not only went up, they were lit and functioning.  Did we all lose our minds?  Had we been completely taken over by the commercial thugs?

Then it occurred to me why.  We all needed to feel hope.  There truly is a magic that surrounds Christmas and if at no other time of the year, people seem to feel it then.  We are overwhelmed with jobs that demand too much, family life that can seem impossible, and a sense of loneliness in the middle of the masses.  Even those who may only go to church once or twice a year realize that we as humans do not hold the answers.  It can be easy to take life on like we have complete control, only to be stamped down.  As hard as we all try to say “I got this”, we certainly don’t.  We have an innate sense that something bigger than us is in charge, yet we fight it fiercely.  We let ourselves be harried by the long list of things to accomplish and the people we need to please.  Why, then, do we run after Christmas so hard?  Again, it is hope and the peaceful feeling it brings.  The birth of Christ gives us hope, a chance.  It started humanity on the path to redemption.   It gives us the incentive to get up each day and keep moving forward.

We may not truly know what day of the year Christ was born, but when we celebrate it, we seem to feel a little safer.  We act just a little nicer.  We put others before ourselves and we actually slow down, at least a little bit.  Now if we can just figure out how to feel this the rest of the year, we might actually start to understand the true meaning of Christmas.

Happy New Year, Everyone!  Make it Great and Let’s Strive to Keep Life in Perspective!

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A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Buffet

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“Hey, honey.  Do you want to go to James’ son’s wedding?”  That seemed like an innocent enough question.

New skirt, check.  New shoes, check.  Hair done, check.  Even hose, check.  This is kind of nice.  I haven’t gotten all dolled up in some time.  I wouldn’t recommend it on a daily basis, but it has its charm.

Arriving at the reception hall, we are looking good.  I am managing not to walk like a 13 year old in my new 4 inch heels, and my dapper husband is dressed for success and remembered to zip up his pants.  We stroll in, arm in arm, working the room as we smile and point and shake hands.

Wow, the buffet line has formed already?  We jump in.  As we survey the elegant atmosphere, we decide we should probably find a table to claim.  Just then, we see familiar hands waving our way.  Hey, friends we haven’t seen in forever.  Yes, of course, we’ll sit with you just as soon as we get through the line.

Food in hand, we take our seats and start catching up.  All smiles.  “Really?  Dan just got a pacemaker put in 4 months ago?”  Wow.  “Steve, what are all these staples from?  You say you just had your second knee surgery?”  Oh, my.  “Jane, you are too young to be going through the change.  You’re on hormones?”  Hmmm.   “Ben and Sarah, you have to leave so soon?  Oh, you have to get to bed early?”  I see.  No, my husband did not just talk about his high blood pressure.  Ugh.

As I watch the young couple on the dance floor share their first waltz, the room starts spinning.  My heart races, I perspire.  Suddenly, I believe I quit breathing.  The screaming in my mind is deafening.  How?  When?  This…can’t….be!

It’s official.  I now sit at the old people’s table.  It seems they are becoming bionic even.  Better….stronger….oh, but not faster.

That’s it.  I’m making a break for it.  My husband married the young trophy wife, remember?  I don’t belong here.  I’ve got to create a diversion.  I’m sure people are wondering why I would be seated in this circle of foreign parts and prescription medicines anyway. Easy does it.  I’ll slip away real quiet like.  Slight turn to get the heels untangled; rising; nobody seems to notice; ….owww….anguish, anguish….Charlie cramp!  Maybe I’ll sit for a few minutes longer and rest.

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So, what’s around this corner?

We pass corners all the time.  We lean on them. We put stuff on them.  We run into them.  Just another right angle in our lives.  So why do they seem scarier when we turn one?

When we are young, we crave adventure.  We tingle with our shoulders erect, wide-eyed in anticipation, practically running towards the unknown.  Nothing’s too intimidating through a naïve view.  Boldly we tread on unsteady slippery terrain as some events work in our favor, some not.  We don’t mind though, because we can always try something else.

As we get a little older; however, the thought becomes more about, ‘what now’?  It’s not that we don’t still like surprises and challenges, but usually, it’s not just about us now.  We have people depending on us and obligations defining us that narrow the room for errors.  What if I’m not successful?  What if I let the ones leaning on me down?  What if I find myself even older and in financial distress?

It’s still just turning a corner, trying something new.  The fear seems to be more about feeling trapped into our present state than worrying about a new adventure.  We get to a place where we perceive where others feel we belong.  We lose the hunger for new stimulation as if it were inappropriate or lavish.  Everyone has the right to start over and to have the opportunity to redefine who they are.  Yet, at some point, we hesitate.

Fear it not, but embrace it.  If it is you, be tenacious and chase it with the strength you displayed in more youthful years.  If it is someone close to you, help to clear the path and let him/her feel the warmth of you walking beside and lending support.  Know that God is with you, that you possess what you need, and trust that the people you share life’s journey with will hold you up.

So, what’s around this corner?  Go find out!  Enjoy it!  If you fall in a pothole, make sure you have a LifeGuard button.  When you get hoisted out, go seek it again.

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The Human Element

Over the last several weeks I tried in vain to reach customer service in an attempt to change my phone package.  Over 2 weeks I placed 8 calls and spent 6 1/2 hours speaking to representatives that couldn’t understand me and I couldn’t understand them.  Finally I manage to get to the last “verifier” who would only take a moment of my time to verify what we’d changed.  A lady on the other end picks up, and yes you guessed it, said “Thank you for calling today, how may I help you?”  Only it didn’t sound like that, I had just heard it enough times to become bilingual.  Really?  They misplaced my call again!!!

My next barrel of fun came when we received notice from the water company that we were the lucky recipients of an extra $120 bill that was lovingly transferred to our personal account.  There was no bill explanation and congratulations, we’ve been sent to a collection agency.  We could figure that it had to come from one of our tenants, but that was all.  I called several times in vain over 3 weeks leaving unanswered voice mails, only to come home and find out that they had cut OUR water service off at home. Please note that our bill was paid and this account should have never had anything to do with ours.

Lastly, I have a refreshing experience in an unexpected situation.  A very dear uncle passed away in another state, so I called the local florist there to send a planter to my aunt.  As soon as I said my uncle’s name, he states that he knew Uncle Ron and used to live down the street from him on Main Street.  When I tried to give him my credit card number, he said, “Oh, just drop a check in the mail to me when you can.”

See, in the first 2 examples, there was no human element.  It just doesn’t work.  In one case, there were language barriers and poor training.  I was Line 3 and it was time for lunch.  Sending me out to the outer limits of the galaxy was of no concern to them.  In the second case, there wasn’t a Mr. Smith discussing the situation with Ms. Treadway or a Mr. Jones deciding that everything that could be done was exhausted and sadly he’d have to shut the water off.  It was a computer that was programmed to terminate service at 4 pm on Wednesday (to which we also found out that the computer had shut us off one day early).

In the third story, there was a human connection.  He knew my family, which made him know me indirectly and feel confident enough to allow me to mail in my payment too.  My guess it that it must work pretty well or he wouldn’t still be in business.  He operates in a small town where he can create connections and it worked fabulously.  Even in large company situations, there are much better ways to take care of business and not frustrate and insult your most loyal customers.  With all the technology available, why not use it to gather information sheets from each family.  Know the kids names, what they do for a living, and note how long they’ve been with you and how they normally pay their account.  Recognize that something seems out of character and send it to a department that tries to solve the issue before the customer relationship is wounded or they walk.  Oh yeah, and don’t put people who can’t speak the language well on the customer service lines.  It would be like me going over to Italy and trying to take EMS calls.  Not many would live that day!

Oh, and my favorite part of my new florist friend story…..I told him I’d mail it out on my way out of town to the funeral, so which he said, “Just give it to Larry at the funeral home, he’ll get it to me in the next few days.”  Now that’s the human element at its best!

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Good Point….or What???

I find myself fairly certain on many occasions that I have a good point that needs to be brought to everyone’s attention.  Of course I’m always dead on and everyone should be very glad that I’m bringing it to light.  Clarity is everything in this world after all.

Then, occasionally, it occurs to me that maybe, just maybe, I’m just whining.  Past that, there’s half a chance, but only half, that I could be gossipy as well.  What? But I’m superior to that behavior.  Surely I could not be accused of such a crime.  Well, yes, I could (and don’t call me Shirley).

I am one who encourages, but I also realize how easily I can find fault in something.  I have a beautiful home, but I see the front door is cracking and so is the mortar between the bricks.  I have a strong, devoted husband who provides for our family beautifully, but I see that he leaves cabinets open, hoards cups on the counter top and dons a ratty terry cloth robe so pathetic that the beagles don’t even want to chew on it anyone.  I have 2 amazing sons that go far beyond my expectations, yet  I notice that they tend to forget I’m behind them as doors meet my face abruptly.  I am blessed with wonderful  people I help with real estate, yet sometimes the long hours and frustrations take center stage.

How easy it is to complain about what we don’t have or what doesn’t suit us, but all around us are constant reminders of everything we do have.  Embrace them, because as much as we look past them, they really could “not” exist.

So the next time I get all “dolled up” for that pity party I was going to host, I think I’ll just sit back and smile instead.  Smile at the army helmet I stubbed my toe on, smile at the dog’s bone with all the goo on it, smile at my slightly less than perfect misfit family, and smile at all the things I’m annoyed by as I work hard each day.  Thank goodness they are in my life.  I can’t imagine it any other way.

 

 

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